Apparently I'm only fun to be around when I'm drunk. Possibly unsurprising, as painting and sculpture only speak to me in the same condition.
I'm also the unofficially official (or vice versa) local expert on such vexed political matter as:
* Why did Britain brexit? (Possibly, they didn't want to support Greece and Italy, now the european economy was failing. Or they hoped to silence the movement to leave by holding a referendum, with an unexpected result. Or...something else.)
* Is a third world war coming? (More like dozens of small wars.)
* Will Donald Trump cause it? (Only if his handlers lose control completely, and he really is that stupid and insane.)
* Why did America support Saddam Hussein? (He was useful at the time, particularly against Iran.)
* Why does America support Assad? (They're split, but enough think he's useful for now.)
* Is it true Hitler respected Muslims? (He used them, but planned to destroy them later.)
* What do you think of Isreal? (Even if its role and funding disappeared tomorrow, it wouldn't disappear any time soon.)
(My marxist friends used to hold debates on "Does Isreal Have The Right To Exist", to which I think the answer is: "The right as conferred by which power?")
Maybe I should drink more.
|A foaming flagon of cool, crisp, refreshing...thin yoghurt.|